In the 6 years I’ve lived in Cleveland, the Terminal Tower has been sheathed in scaffolding. In that time, I’ve heard numerous accounts of its glory days and an equal number scoffing that it is now an empty shell. I’ve gone through every exit, traveled interminable flights of stairs, gone to the Cleveland International Film Festival and discovered the peregrine falcons’ nest.
But I’ve never made it to the observation deck for its fantastic views. Now that the scaffolding is gone, I feel like an old friend has shown me an long-held secret, something that makes our friendship new again.
